I had planned a 13K run this morning. According to the local forecast Dennis was over, but 4 miles in he was back with a vengeance. Torrential rain, howling wind, I could see my breath misting in front of my face. I thought the sensible thing was to give up, but it was actually more comfortable running as it was keeping me warm and I was miles from home. "To hell with it," I thought "I'm going to run 10 miles!".
I may actually be more stubborn than a storm! π